Summer Landscaping Bonus

I woke up smelling coffee.  

The light was pouring into the bedroom, and I was alone in Joe’s king sized bed. I could hear movement in the kitchen, and I figured Joe was up making something to eat.  

I stretched and yawned as I spread my body across his sheets, pulling them up to my chin and breathing in his scent. I was back in his bed. Our bed. Home. 

I heard Joe softly walking down the hallway from the kitchen. Softly that is for a 6’4” 220-pound muscle man. I could smell bacon now, and eggs. That sexy bastard was bringing me breakfast in bed. I couldn’t help but smile as I lay there.  

He appeared slowly around the door, peeking in to see if I was awake. When he saw me with my eyes opened, he smiled. He was carrying a tray of food, and coffee and water, and he was shirtless, wearing a black apron around his waist, his bare legs and feet rounding out the sexy view. 

“Morning sexy.” He said moving carefully to the bed, placing the tray beside me. There was a bowl of fruit, scrambled eggs, bacon, two mugs of coffee and two glasses of water. “I figured you needed some replenishing.” 

“Breakfast in bed?” I said sliding up to a seated position, keeping the sheet at my waist. “This is a nice surprise. How long have you been up? I didn’t even hear you!” 

He stood up in front of me and put his hands on his hips looking down at me. The stubble on his face was darker, but he looked well rested and chipper this morning. I scratched my own face, feeling nothing new growing. Joe was all Italian, and he could grow a full beard in just three days. Me, it would take three months.  

He stood there with his apron on, smiling at me as I looked up at his big firm pecs which he unconsciously scratched. “I think we should stay in bed all day.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Naked all day.” He added sexily. 

I smiled, looking him up and down. “You mean I have to look at your ugly body all day long?” I teased, pulling the sheet down a bit to show him I was already hard.  

He did a mock cover up of his nipples and let his mouth fall open. “I try my best to look pretty for you!” He teased back, and then turned around, showing me that he was naked save for the apron. He stuck his hard, muscled ass out and I squealed in delight. 

“Take that apron off and get that big fucking ass over here mister!” I begged, watching him reach behind him and undo the string, whipping the apron off and flinging it across the room to stand before me naked. He was a sight that’s for sure. I looked at his “Adonis belt,” that v-shaped muscle running across his hip bone and pelvic region. It was so pronounced as he stood in front of me, his hands back on his waist. His cock was at half mast, already thick. “I see you have sausage for me as well.” I giggled as he groaned at my crude joke.  

“Eat real food now boy! Fuck later!” He barked at me like a caveman and laughed as he walked over to his side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. I passed him his coffee and pulled the tray over to put between us.  

He leaned over as he took the coffee from me and kissed me softly. “Did I tell you how happy I am that you are home?” He said quietly, kissing me lightly again.  

I squeezed his cock under the sheets, feeling its stiffness already. “I can tell.” I groaned at his lips.  

He leaned back and took a sip of coffee and ran his free hand through my hair. “I mean it, let’s stay in bed today.” 

I took my coffee and a piece of bacon and leaned into his side, holding it up to feed him, which he bit happily. “I would love to spend the day naked with you!” I moved my leg over and found his. He bent it up and under my leg to bring his foot up to mine to rub together under the sheets. There was something so erotic about his feet. They were becoming my favorite part of his body. Well, second favorite.  

He pulled the tray up closer to us and grabbed a piece of bacon as well and fed it to me, chuckling as I bit it from his fingers. We fed each other an entire piece, and then I licked his fingers clean from grease, causing him to moan already. “You are such a tease!” He grumbled at me, kissing me quickly. 

We sat there in bed, the sheets up around our waist, eating the entire amount of food he brought and talking about nothing. I didn’t care what time it was, or anything else in the world. I was enjoying the company of once again being home with the man I loved.  

I pushed the empty tray aside and snuggled into Joe’s right side, his arm coming down on me and mine moving across his rippled abs. I rested my head on him, just under his pec, and listened to him breathing as the quiet of his house overtook me. I was slowly feeling the light dusting of hair across his stomach under my fingers, looking at the hidden bulge under the sheets that showed me he was hard for me. And I realized I was smiling. This was the best Thanksgiving weekend of my life and it was only just beginning.  

And then I remembered – Thanksgiving. 

“So,” I started, knowing this was going to be a touchy subject. “Are you sure about tomorrow?” Joe’s sister was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner and his parents were coming down. In fact, they were arriving today and staying over till Monday. Joe decided he wasn’t going and would say he was sick in bed. Well, he had the “in bed” part covered now.  

He breathed in so deep my face rose with his stomach. “I’m sure.” He said quietly.  

I sat up and looked at his face. “I think you should go without me.” 

He shook his head. “No. You’re only here till Monday before I have to take you back. I’m not leaving you alone for an entire night.” He was serious. Firm. 

I smiled at him, softening his face as he looked at me. My blue-green eyes stared into his big brown ones. “Maybe you should go and make an appearance. Tell them you’re not feeling well then and come home.” I leaned down on him again, resting my chin on his stomach but this time looking up at him.  

He took another deep breath and avoided my eyes. He went to say something but stopped. Then he looked down at me. “I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” He said so quietly I barely heard him. “And wishing you were sitting at the dinner beside me.” He looked at me sadly, as if he was ashamed and guilty, his eyes watery.  

My heart broke watching him. This has been a big struggle for him for a long time, telling his parents. His sister figured it out, but she was the only one who knew why he didn’t remarry yet, or even have a girlfriend. His parents were constantly on him so he told me. Each time he went to their place to fix things up for them they were asking about women. He told me he recycled the same line. “I haven’t met anyone special yet.” I figured he would have been content to carry on without ever having to tell them anything. Until I came along. And now he had a reason. He had met someone special. Now he could no longer say that line and it would be harder to hide it.  

“Joe.” I said quietly, my eyes focused on his when they returned to look at me. “I love you.” He smiled. “I mean it. I am IN love with you. We don’t have to say anything or tell anyone anything if we don’t want to. Hell, I’M not even sure I am ready, so I understand how you feel.” I felt my own eyes watering now, so I smiled harder to try to convince myself that I wasn’t sad. “We aren’t ready. And that’s okay.” 

He shook his head at me. “No, it’s not. I should be able to tell my parents.” He shifted a bit and sat up, but I stayed on his stomach, not moving and holding on to him. “I WANT to tell my parents. But they’re so old fashioned. And…I don’t know how they’ll take it.” 

I sat up completely and straddled his big body, and grabbed the sides of his face, holding him to my gaze. “We can tell them together if you want. When you’re ready. Just not yet.” I held his stare, and he softened a bit, relaxing under me. His hands moved to my legs and rubbed them as he looked at me. I leaned in and kissed him gently, letting my lips stay on his lightly, pulling back at last, and rested my head on his forehead. “I want you to go and see them. Have dinner. And then,” I smiled at him. “Get your ass back here and we can have our own Thanksgiving in bed.” 

He exhaled suddenly, as if he had been holding his breath during the entire conversation, and a tear slipped out of his eye. “Okay.” He mumbled. “BUT…I won’t leave here till 4 and I’ll be home around 8!” He said, trying to mask his emotions. I kissed the tear on his cheek, and then kissed his forehead, and then moved down to his lips to kiss him deeply. His tongue moved tenderly in my mouth as his hands roamed up my back. He pulled away and now held my head in his hands. “I love you so fucking much Brian it hurts.” He gave me a half smile, his lips quivering. He pulled my head into his neck and hugged me tightly. I could feel my own eyes leaking as he held me, breathing in deeply. “I’ve never felt like this. Not even with Sue.”  

Sue. His ex-wife. His high school sweetheart. Who had an affair with his best friend, Rob. What he felt for me was more. I squeezed his shoulders as I hugged him, burying my face in his neck as his big arms held me.  

“I just miss you so much.” He murmured in my ear. “I don’t want to be apart from you right now.” 

And then I was kissing him, deep, hard. I was so in love with this giant man that I wanted him once again. We kissed passionately, forgetting the talk, forgetting about the tray of empty dishes beside us. He sat up straighter as our kissing intensified, his arms squeezing me so tight I was losing air at times. But that only fueled me more. 

I spit on my hand and shoved a glob into my own ass, and then did it again and reached under the sheets to free this erect cock behind me. I rubbed it on and slid down his abs and lifted my ass, pointing his dick straight up in the air and guided my ass to it. His mouth was open in shock as I moved quickly, lifting myself up on one foot and lowering myself down onto his thick shaft. He gripped my hips tight as I felt his helmet head probe my hole. I gripped the base now and sat backwards on his cock, sitting and taking it all the way down to the base, causing us both to moan out loud.  

I hung on to his neck now and positioned my feet beside his legs so I could squat up and down. He reached under my legs and cupped my ass in his hands and started to lift me up and down, assisting me as I bounced on his dick. Our mouths clamped together, and our tongues connected as we furiously fucked. Our emotions took over us once again and it was like I needed him inside me at this moment, to show him just how much I loved him. And like me, he needed to be in me to show me just how much I meant to him.  

I stared into his eyes in between making out with him, resting our foreheads together to moan and talk to one another. He told me over and over again how much he loved me, how tight my ass was, how perfect I was. I moaned out how big his cock was, how much I loved him, and how I never wanted him to stop fucking me. Our talking only incensed us to fuck harder, bounce higher, lift me and drop me more onto his shaft.  

It took a while for us to cum this way, after having that early morning pounding just a few hours ago. But my ass was taking it. Joe started sweating first on his forehead, along with mine, until there was a nice sheen across his pecs as he continued to lift me up and down. My hands clasped his flexed biceps, feeling how hard and big they were under my hands as he effortlessly bounced me on his cock. He kicked the sheets back and brought his feet together to allow his hips to fuck upwards to match our rhythm. I was squatting over him riding it like never before, my ass slamming down on his hips as he plunged into me hard and fast.  

I leaned back, wiping the sweat from my own brow before wiping Joe’s, our eyes on each other and both of us grinning. I let go of his biceps and leaned back, my hand resting on his upper thigh while I grabbed my own cock and started jerking. I was taking a pounding from him and I needed to cum.  

“Cum with me.” I moaned. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

Joe growled and picked up the pace, fucking up into me harder. I looked back at his size 13s pressed together, his legs bent and his hips working upwards. His hands still cupped under my ass lifting me up and down. He started grunting louder, so I leaned back even more.  

“Oh fuck!” He said as my ass gave him a new feeling in this different position. “Oh fuck yes.” He hissed.  

I jerked my cock harder. “C’mon big guy. Cum in me.”  

His eyes opened wide and glared at me. “You want my fuckin’ load baby?” He groaned at me. He let go of my ass and grabbed my waist, letting me really bounce on him completely. Hard. I was slapping my ass so hard up and down on him, his mouth opened wider and he grunted more. “Yeah baby I’m getting close.” 

He arched his back and dug his feet into the mattress to fuck me harder, lifting his ass completely off the bed to drive his cock in me harder and faster. I was frantically jerking my cock, feeling the cum starting to rise in me. 

“I’m gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant this time!” He snarled at me, forcing grunts from me with every thrust. Hearing him say this did it for me.  

I opened my mouth and grabbed his pec, leaning forward to unleash the first shot of my juice as I heard him grunt out his own. We came simultaneously, my cum landing all over Joe’s sweaty chest, his load mixing with his previous load earlier this morning. I continued to bounce backwards on his cock, not wanting the convulsions to end, our moans and groans guaranteed to bring the neighbors knocking to see who was being murdered.  

Joe let his legs fall on the bed along with his arms to their sides as I gripped my shaft and sat back on his cock, leaving it impaled in me. I was a ball of sweat, as was Joe. I looked at his body, shining in the light. The light dusting of hair on his pecs was darker now because he was wet, and he looked so fucking sexy. I leaned over and kissed his panting lips, feeling his breath push into my mouth as he tried to return his heart rate to normal. That was a hard pounding, for a long time, and we were spent. 

I laid down on him, my head falling to his chest to listen to his heartbeat pounding fast. As I slowed my own heart rate down lying on top of him, I felt his slow as well. I realized as I listened that our hearts were beating at the same time. When his hands moved, they found mine, and Joe clasped his fingers around mine, holding my hand as my head lay against his pec, listening to our hearts beat together in rhythm.  

We were one.  

I closed my eyes, and knew Joe was the one for me.